Blame it on the Shame
Release Date: August 23rd, 2016
Shame. It wounds us. It damages us.
Or, for the few poor souls out there like me…it defines us.
I’m the son of the devil, himself—the most feared mob boss who ever lived.
I was cursed from the moment I took my first breath.
I hate him…and I never wanted to become him.
And I sure as hell never, ever, wanted anything of his.
My name is Ricardo DeLuca. There are two things you need to know about me. The first—is that I’m in love with the girl who belongs to my father. The second—is that it turns out I am my father’s son after all.
My name is Lou-Lou, and you probably think I’m a bitch.
You would be right—because I am.
You think you know all there is to know about me because of the man I belong to.
What you don’t know—is my past, because I’ll never tell you.
What you don’t know is my shame.
Because if you did—you’d be worse off than dead.
You’d be broken.
There are two sides to every story…this is ours.
Warning: Due to strong language, some violence, explicit sexual content, and some dark elements, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
Trigger Warning: This series contains elements of emotional, sexual, and physical cruelty. Any readers with sensitivity to the above topics should proceed with caution, and at their own risk.
Author’s Note: This is part one of a three book series. (Blame It on the Shame: Lou-Lou and Ricardo’s story.)
However, in order to truly enjoy Lou-Lou and Ricardo’s story, it is advised you read ‘Blame It on the Pain’ first.
He backs me into the wall. “I’m giving you one chance, Lou-Lou. One chance to tell me what the hell is going on and why you’re really here.”
My heart thumps against my chest. “Fuck you.”
His eyes darken. “Is that your final answer?”
“No.” I give him a sugary sweet smile. “My final answer is—fuck you, asshole.”
I try and get out from under him but he leans into me causing every cell in my body to ignite. “Leave me alone.”
“Not a chance. Tell me why you’re going on a date with Tyrone tonight.”
I’m so thrown off by the change of subject I’m not sure how to respond. I decide, to be blunt. “I don’t owe you any explanations.”
His jaw tics and he positions his hand beside my head. “You might not owe me any explanations but if you think I’m not telling my father about this you’ve got another thing coming, sweetie.”
I laugh because he thinks he’s got one up on me but he couldn’t be more wrong. “Go right ahead.” I stare at the bruise forming on his cheek. “Knock yourself out.”
The hand beside my head rattles so hard against the wall I jump. “I fucking knew it,” he says gruffly.
I crinkle my nose. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know he’s enlisting you to seduce Tyrone and Jackson as a way of getting close to them.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say.
“Cut the shit. You already showed your cards the second I threatened to call him regarding your infidelity and you didn’t piss yourself. That’s how I knew you were in on it. Just like I know he’s using you to spy on me. The only thing I can’t figure out is why.”
Shit…now I really do want to piss myself because if DeLuca finds out that Ricardo knows all this because of me…I’m screwed. I have no choice but to resort to plan b. I stick out my chest and press myself flush against him.
My breathing hitches when his eyes lock with mine, daring me to make my next move.
I slowly trace my finger along his jaw before running it over his lips. He plants a soft kiss on my finger and I’m transfixed when he parts his mouth and licks the pad of my thumb, inviting me to continue.
The electricity between us kicks up another notch and I slip my thumb past his lips.
That’s when he bites me.
It’s not hard enough to draw blood but it definitely doesn’t tickle.
I pull my hand back and flap it around to take the sting out. “That hurt.”
His lips hover over my ear. “Consider that your warning. Stay away from my friends. Just go back home to the Hampton’s where you can be a little mob princess and live off your sugar daddy.”
The sound of my hand slapping his cheek takes both of us by surprise.
“I’m not leaving,” I say.
He rubs his cheek and his jaw works. “You don’t have to because once I tell Tyrone that you belong to DeLuca he won’t touch you with a 10-foot pole.” He smirks. “And once I tell DeLuca that you fucked up and let me in on the real reason you’re here—I’m sure you’ll be long gone.”
I smile when the thought hits me. “I think you’re forgetting something.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and drag my teeth along the shell of his ear before whispering, “You won’t have any friends once I tell them you’re DeLuca’s son and you’ve done nothing but lie straight to their faces for the past three years.”
The look he gives me could kill me right where I stand.
I lift my chin and push him off me. “Talk to you later, Ricky.”
The look on his face is priceless when I blow him a kiss and slam the door.
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I’m a lover of romance, erotica, dark romance, oxford comma’s, the em dash, peanut butter on my cookies and anything thought provoking…except for math. I’ve always read books growing up and after having a strange dream one night; I decided to just go for it and publish my first series.
Little did I know, I would end up falling head over heels in love with writing and it would own and soothe my soul.
If I’m not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find me listening to music and pondering the meaning of life.